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Prologue
It was a warm summer night. Buoyed by the energy of my fellow seducers, I was pumped and raring to venture out and partake in the more carnal delights of the world. I wanted to put myself on display, so peacocking was the decision. A bright white blazer with intricate patterning, all black everything else, my rings, and a new necklace from a faraway land. Out with a variety of wings from all walks of life. On advice from @Teevster, I was focusing on the basics and cutting out fancy verbals, hypnotic language, explicit sex talk. The focus was simpler-eye contact, timing, push pull, physical escalation. To be more “natural” in my seduction. To avoid coming across as robotic-this was a note made by Bacchus after he saw me in person.
Building Social Proof and the Initial Hook
I enter the rooftop venue with my wings. I immediately enter social mode, opening cute girls around me and having conversations with whomsoever crosses my path. There’s a three set of two girls and a gay guy. I should have stayed in that for longer and used it to spill over. There’s a Danish girl who’s visiting the city. In my attention-grabbing attire, I can’t afford to be seen by myself or as a loner.
Eventually, I indirectly open the target of this report, HBAmbition. She’s very pretty, of an ethnicity I don’t usually go for. She’s dressed in a gold sequin dress, eye catching yet not ostentatious. I win the initial eye contact battle. One of my wings chats up her friend. I quickly hook, and I catch the high point, using it to move HBAmbition to a sofa, along with her friend and my wing.
Building Intrigue and Social Proof
My wing eventually leaves the friend, as the friend wasn’t very attractive. My girl is emotionally stimulated, and I have set myself up to have solid social frame (mayhaps she noticed my social proof earlier as well). She asks me what ethnicity I think she is, and I guess it correctly on the first try, saying I had dated a girl of her race-as strong of a social frame as any really, as it basically says I fuck girls like her. On my side of things I'm keeping it relatively tight lipped. Large aspects of myself are a mystery to her.
When her other friends come to pull her lone friend away, it’s unsurprising that she elects to stay with me while the friends fade away into the night. It’s just me and her. I stay away from sex talk, but touch on the edges of it, while occasionally touching her. In fact I hold her hand twice, both times feeling out her compliance. Given that she holds my hand back, I take this as a good sign.
It turns out she’s trying to break into modeling (with some success). I’m unfazed, and contrast how most guys probably immediately try and put her on a pedestal after finding out, treating her like an object. She counters by saying she occasionally likes to treat men as objects too. A good sign, one that I pace and lead to the appropriate sexual frame (without being explicit).
Changing My Priority
However, one issue is that she has an early morning shoot in the morning, and so she has to leave around 1AM. I think to myself on past experience, and notice the congruence of all she’s said, and realize she likely does need to leave and sleep. But I’m going to milk this interaction to help me for the night, as it’s still young for me. I haven’t kissed her, so I haven’t caused autorejection by any other women. She says she wants to go find her friends so I tell her I’ll help her. I quickly grab her number and have her send me a creative message. I stand up, and offer her my arm. She links arms with me, and I essentially parade her with me through the rooftop.
We don’t find her friends, but I bid her farewell before she goes downstairs to check there. The downstairs of the venue is chaotic, loud, and full of wildcards. I’d rather not go down there with her and risk something, so we part ways.
The Date
The next day, I message her based on the previous night’s text to me. The texting is not smooth. Because I am traveling, I end up throwing a slight hail mary and tell her to grab a drink with me that Tuesday before I leave. She agrees, and I set the logistics. A nice little bar with a great vibe right across the street from my apartment.
On a mildly funny note, as I’m walking in another girl of the same race is also there, and I can’t tell if it’s my girl. It’s not. But I smile at her like she’s my girl, and the girl acts super flustered. I really am terrible with faces.
Anyway, my girl shows up, and we hug, then I lead her into the bar. I initially think the vibe is a little awkward between us, but 1:1 with a girl is where I feel most comfortable and confident. I know my conversational management enough to lead the conversation to good subjects, emotionally stimulating while building some comfort. This lets me bring up the purity gambit, which she doesn’t take to a particularly sexual route, so I go back to building some comfort as she didn’t bite strongly on the sexual aspect. I deep dive and build the rapport some more, talking about traveling, using elements of the tourist frame gambit, and set a variety of non-judgmental frames.
Making Things Sexual
Non-judgmental frames are where I’m truly able to start bringing in a sexual frame, and where she starts opening up as well. I find out her “friend” once slut shamed her, back when she still used to be influenced by other people’s attitudes and viewpoints. I bring up the unfairness of sex between men and women, then reward her change in attitude and subsequent independence from the doctrine of her peers. Her ability to liberate herself from judgmental acquaintances is one reason I enjoy her company. My goal in doing this is to defuse any ASD that may exist in her that I don't want to deal with later.
I go back to travel, alluding to my own hookups (very, very obliquely), while stating it’s healthy to have experiences like those, and also imply that I like girls who hook up with others and follow their emotions. I compare hookups to relationships. The full way across these threads, I make sure to gauge her reactions and compliance, to make sure I avoid any resistance that my conversation could bring up.
At some point, I tell her I went out the night before on a Sunday to see what places were open, and how they were all gay venues, and that I really liked the vibe of them, and while I’m fully straight, I enjoyed just chilling, soaking the vibe of the night. She contrasted me against most men, saying how other guys wouldn’t be comfortable in that sort of situation. Queue me bringing up my love of sexual liberation, and some sex stories involving fictitious gay friends (while I am not featured in these stories, they further serve to demonstrate my acceptance and preference for the sexually liberated). At this point, I’m fairly certain we’re going to have sex. I’ve also held her hand a few times and gauged this as well.
The Pull
Along this route, I’ve also seeded the pull in a few different ways, but I suggest a quick walk to an art display nearby to take a quick look. I want to lead her to some other location quickly to build a bit more compliance. We go, take a quick look, and sit there for about 10 minutes. Then I invite her home to look at some art pieces I have at home. We quickly pick up a small bit of food, then go to my apartment. I mix some drinks, play some music, and it’s a no LMR exit from there.
It’s very fun sex, she’s very dirty, and very wet. She tells me how good of a hookup this is, and how most men are shit at talking to women these days in real life. Also that they’re shit in bed. She was having sex with someone who was bad in bed just because she thought he was hot, but he couldn’t even eat a girl out.
I will say this girl definitely found me attractive as well, but interestingly (without my prompting) she told me she didn’t know we were going to have sex until we were seated on my couch and she put her own drink back down on the table, before we kissed for the first time. Positive point regarding the ambiguity of my intentions I suppose.
She told me next time she’s going to squirt all over my face.
I think I might just let her.
It was a warm summer night. Buoyed by the energy of my fellow seducers, I was pumped and raring to venture out and partake in the more carnal delights of the world. I wanted to put myself on display, so peacocking was the decision. A bright white blazer with intricate patterning, all black everything else, my rings, and a new necklace from a faraway land. Out with a variety of wings from all walks of life. On advice from @Teevster, I was focusing on the basics and cutting out fancy verbals, hypnotic language, explicit sex talk. The focus was simpler-eye contact, timing, push pull, physical escalation. To be more “natural” in my seduction. To avoid coming across as robotic-this was a note made by Bacchus after he saw me in person.
Building Social Proof and the Initial Hook
I enter the rooftop venue with my wings. I immediately enter social mode, opening cute girls around me and having conversations with whomsoever crosses my path. There’s a three set of two girls and a gay guy. I should have stayed in that for longer and used it to spill over. There’s a Danish girl who’s visiting the city. In my attention-grabbing attire, I can’t afford to be seen by myself or as a loner.
Eventually, I indirectly open the target of this report, HBAmbition. She’s very pretty, of an ethnicity I don’t usually go for. She’s dressed in a gold sequin dress, eye catching yet not ostentatious. I win the initial eye contact battle. One of my wings chats up her friend. I quickly hook, and I catch the high point, using it to move HBAmbition to a sofa, along with her friend and my wing.
Building Intrigue and Social Proof
My wing eventually leaves the friend, as the friend wasn’t very attractive. My girl is emotionally stimulated, and I have set myself up to have solid social frame (mayhaps she noticed my social proof earlier as well). She asks me what ethnicity I think she is, and I guess it correctly on the first try, saying I had dated a girl of her race-as strong of a social frame as any really, as it basically says I fuck girls like her. On my side of things I'm keeping it relatively tight lipped. Large aspects of myself are a mystery to her.
When her other friends come to pull her lone friend away, it’s unsurprising that she elects to stay with me while the friends fade away into the night. It’s just me and her. I stay away from sex talk, but touch on the edges of it, while occasionally touching her. In fact I hold her hand twice, both times feeling out her compliance. Given that she holds my hand back, I take this as a good sign.
It turns out she’s trying to break into modeling (with some success). I’m unfazed, and contrast how most guys probably immediately try and put her on a pedestal after finding out, treating her like an object. She counters by saying she occasionally likes to treat men as objects too. A good sign, one that I pace and lead to the appropriate sexual frame (without being explicit).
Changing My Priority
However, one issue is that she has an early morning shoot in the morning, and so she has to leave around 1AM. I think to myself on past experience, and notice the congruence of all she’s said, and realize she likely does need to leave and sleep. But I’m going to milk this interaction to help me for the night, as it’s still young for me. I haven’t kissed her, so I haven’t caused autorejection by any other women. She says she wants to go find her friends so I tell her I’ll help her. I quickly grab her number and have her send me a creative message. I stand up, and offer her my arm. She links arms with me, and I essentially parade her with me through the rooftop.
We don’t find her friends, but I bid her farewell before she goes downstairs to check there. The downstairs of the venue is chaotic, loud, and full of wildcards. I’d rather not go down there with her and risk something, so we part ways.
The Date
The next day, I message her based on the previous night’s text to me. The texting is not smooth. Because I am traveling, I end up throwing a slight hail mary and tell her to grab a drink with me that Tuesday before I leave. She agrees, and I set the logistics. A nice little bar with a great vibe right across the street from my apartment.
On a mildly funny note, as I’m walking in another girl of the same race is also there, and I can’t tell if it’s my girl. It’s not. But I smile at her like she’s my girl, and the girl acts super flustered. I really am terrible with faces.
Anyway, my girl shows up, and we hug, then I lead her into the bar. I initially think the vibe is a little awkward between us, but 1:1 with a girl is where I feel most comfortable and confident. I know my conversational management enough to lead the conversation to good subjects, emotionally stimulating while building some comfort. This lets me bring up the purity gambit, which she doesn’t take to a particularly sexual route, so I go back to building some comfort as she didn’t bite strongly on the sexual aspect. I deep dive and build the rapport some more, talking about traveling, using elements of the tourist frame gambit, and set a variety of non-judgmental frames.
Making Things Sexual
Non-judgmental frames are where I’m truly able to start bringing in a sexual frame, and where she starts opening up as well. I find out her “friend” once slut shamed her, back when she still used to be influenced by other people’s attitudes and viewpoints. I bring up the unfairness of sex between men and women, then reward her change in attitude and subsequent independence from the doctrine of her peers. Her ability to liberate herself from judgmental acquaintances is one reason I enjoy her company. My goal in doing this is to defuse any ASD that may exist in her that I don't want to deal with later.
I go back to travel, alluding to my own hookups (very, very obliquely), while stating it’s healthy to have experiences like those, and also imply that I like girls who hook up with others and follow their emotions. I compare hookups to relationships. The full way across these threads, I make sure to gauge her reactions and compliance, to make sure I avoid any resistance that my conversation could bring up.
At some point, I tell her I went out the night before on a Sunday to see what places were open, and how they were all gay venues, and that I really liked the vibe of them, and while I’m fully straight, I enjoyed just chilling, soaking the vibe of the night. She contrasted me against most men, saying how other guys wouldn’t be comfortable in that sort of situation. Queue me bringing up my love of sexual liberation, and some sex stories involving fictitious gay friends (while I am not featured in these stories, they further serve to demonstrate my acceptance and preference for the sexually liberated). At this point, I’m fairly certain we’re going to have sex. I’ve also held her hand a few times and gauged this as well.
The Pull
Along this route, I’ve also seeded the pull in a few different ways, but I suggest a quick walk to an art display nearby to take a quick look. I want to lead her to some other location quickly to build a bit more compliance. We go, take a quick look, and sit there for about 10 minutes. Then I invite her home to look at some art pieces I have at home. We quickly pick up a small bit of food, then go to my apartment. I mix some drinks, play some music, and it’s a no LMR exit from there.
It’s very fun sex, she’s very dirty, and very wet. She tells me how good of a hookup this is, and how most men are shit at talking to women these days in real life. Also that they’re shit in bed. She was having sex with someone who was bad in bed just because she thought he was hot, but he couldn’t even eat a girl out.
I will say this girl definitely found me attractive as well, but interestingly (without my prompting) she told me she didn’t know we were going to have sex until we were seated on my couch and she put her own drink back down on the table, before we kissed for the first time. Positive point regarding the ambiguity of my intentions I suppose.
She told me next time she’s going to squirt all over my face.
I think I might just let her.
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